The Sun King's Evidence

On the relatively less rugged mountain road in Palaon, Ryan, Surya and Talleyrand rode horses side by side, but Talleyrand deliberately trailed half a step behind Ryan and Surya. The high-spirited cripple seemed to be thinking, and seemed to waiting.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, Ryan spoke: "Do you think we should reconcile with Neferata, the Lahmian blood ancestor?"

"If we reconcile with Neferata, then what do those nobles and soldiers who died in the bloody battle at Valaya Gate count?" Sulia shook her head, and the Knight Queen said very displeased: "But for now Judging from the situation, Neferata is still useful to us, so we might as well be patient for a while and see how sincere she is. Furthermore, as the little girl said, in terms of Nagash's resurrection, We are on the same side as Neferata.”

"Yes, everything is based on the interests of the country. If you don't know how to endure, you are not a mature king. I just taught Devin Hill about this." Ryan shook his head helplessly, and the Sun Dynasty looked at Talleyrand and asked: " What do you think, Talleyrand?"

"Your Majesty, Lahmia's penetration into human society and high-level organizations is unparalleled in the old world." Talleyrand said thoughtfully: "We can use this line, because there is almost no intelligence organization that can compare with the Lahmian Sisterhood. .”

"Then what do you think of Neferata's sincerity?" Ryan smiled and then asked.

"The essence of loyalty is that the price of betrayal is too high. At least until Nagash is resurrected or we successfully prevent Nagash from being resurrected, this Lahmian blood ancestor is still somewhat credible." Talleyrand After thinking about it, he decided to say three points and leave seven points: "After all, we know too little about the undead. In this dark age, as long as anyone is willing to cooperate, they should first put aside their grudges and stop the Eternal Chosen and the undead. It is the national policy formulated by His Majesty."

"Yes." Ryan said no more after hearing this. He made a summary: "Things must be done one by one. The top priority is to solve Morgul first, and then consider other things."

"Your Majesty is wise."

Two weeks later, outside the city of Palaon, there was a large clearing near the Great Forest of Athel Loren.

The largest banquet between Britannia and the Wood Elves in history was held here.

Hundreds of Holy Grail Knights, all the Dukes and Marshals of Britannia except Raun, veterans of the Old Guard, and an entire Lake God Prophet group were all present.

On the Wood Elf side, almost all the ten Wood Elf woodland lords arrived. The Thorn Sisters escorted Queen Alaire to the other side of the venue. Dozens of Wood Elf princes and princesses arrived one after another. For probably thousands of years, this is The wood elves left the great forest in the largest scale. Even when the high elf envoy visited, they did not receive such a large scale of courtesy.

What is very rare is that both humans and wood elves are happy to hear about this military alliance and think they have gained blood.

For the wood elves, as long as Morgul can be eliminated, the people of Athel Loren are willing to pay any price, anything. More than once, Alaire even wanted to sacrifice himself and die with Morgul. Over the long years, countless wood elves have died or gone mad because of Morgul's corruption. In order to completely eliminate Morgul, the wood elves have used all means and no matter the cost. Now they are just sending the Twilight sisters without sacrificing them. , just by making them personal maids similar to ambassadors abroad and Ryan's legitimate sons, they can have the opportunity to deal with Morgul. Isn't this a bloody gain?

For Ryan, being able to let the wood elves join the war against the End of Time, instead of staying at home and indifferent, frees up great combat power, can guard against the Skaven, and can greatly make up for the army's lack of support. With a weakness in long-range firepower, wouldn't this be a very good deal? Morgul may be an invincible nightmare for the wood elves, but this is not the case for Ryan. As the original body of the Gray Knight, Ryan has enough power to suppress Morgul. What he has to do now is to fight in actual combat. Just figure out the origin of Morgul and its special abilities given by the Four Gods of Chaos, and then destroy and purify it.

Generally speaking, it is just selling a son. Selling his son in exchange for a large army and a pair of personal maids for the high-level twins of the Sanctuary. This deal is still very cost-effective. Ryan feels that not only he is making a profit, but Devon Hill is also making a profit. !

In this case, both parties feel that they have made a lot of money.

Because of this, everyone at the banquet was very happy, and it was rare for the guests and hosts to enjoy themselves. The wood elves sang and danced in the woodland, performing war dances and magic. The singers flew among the crowd and rotated in the sky.

The prophets of the Lake God are praising the holy name of the Lake Fairy, the witches of Gloria are performing a fireworks display under the leadership of Veronica, the Knights of the Holy Grail are showing off their martial arts and strength, and craftsmen from the major principalities are showing themselves around. The traditional culture of the principality is of course also indispensable for the various big discounts and preferential promotions offered by merchants, as well as the hot "Double 12 Shopping Festival Carnival".

At the banquet, Ryan stood in the middle of the banquet, wearing a red and blue king's silk banquet dress, a knight's crown, and a platinum Holy Grail cape. To his left and right stood the Knight Queen Surya, and to his right stood the World Eater Gene. Body Angron.

"I understand the truth, but why do you have pointed ears?" Angron rarely changed out of his old farmer's clothes and put on a custom-made dress. He didn't want to come, but his nephew couldn't do this. The king had to come, and he shouted complainingly: "You too, Fulgrim too, Guilliman too, no wonder Devon does too, forget it, you just like it."

"Haha~ Where is that little bastard Devon Hill?" Ryan held the wine glass. The Sun King stood majestically like a mountain on the high platform in the middle of the banquet. He glanced around: "He is the master today, where is the person?"

"Should it be coming soon?" Sulia, who was also dressed up, signaled to Ryan to calm down: "Wait a minute, don't worry, my dear."

"Oh! Here we come!" Angron's eyes were sharp. The uncle looked at his nephew and was suddenly startled.

Amid fireworks, singing and dancing, today’s protagonist appears.

Devon Hill and Twilight sisters came out hand in hand and strode into the banquet venue.

Pure white buttoned cedar, decorated with golden iris patterns, slim-fitting leggings, lace collar and cuffs, and a long velvet cape embroidered with the Macado family coat of arms. The dress is full of grandeur and grandeur. Gorgeous, exaggerated, full of life and energy, the young baron is as gorgeous as the flowers covering the night sky, like a piece of pure and flawless jade. The face of the unparalleled young man is slightly shy but full of nobility, etiquette and innocence.

On the left hand side of Devonshire, Nestela is wearing a peach porcelain wavy layered graceful dress, paired with white silk pantyhose and blue high heels. She is cute, lively and moving, and she is in the fireworks. While singing, she was like an elf in the dark night, happily enjoying and exploring everything at the banquet. This was originally her stage.

On the right side, Arohan is wearing a Moonlit Heart of Frost dress, paired with black stockings and red high heels. She is stunning, aloof and arrogant, in the cold winter weather and the deep night sky. Among them, she was like a cold plum blooming in the snow, indifferent to everything. Only when she looked at Devon Hill would a charming smile appear on her face.

Angron was stunned, and the eyes of the World Eater Primarch were slightly red. He watched Devon Hill enter the venue between the Twilight sisters, opened his mouth, and finally said only one sentence: "Young, how good it is. , Okay, okay, no matter how great a hero is, he will grow old and get tired. If I can have this kind of treatment in Nukelia... I won’t say it, I won’t say it.”

After speaking, Angron turned around, leaving his back to Ryan and Sulia.

"Yeah, think about it carefully. When I was fifteen or sixteen years old, I was just a Nord bumpkin, training hard to fight against the barbarians, traveling and wandering around as a trainee knight." Ryan looked at his son with emotion. Qian, he looked at Lidya Su, and the couple looked at each other and smiled: "It would be better without him."

"The lady said that wood elves like young human boys because they like their vitality and purity." Sulia also looked at her son. The knight queen reached out to touch the tears in the corners of her eyes: "Wait until you are eighteen or nineteen years old. Later, due to the ravages of battle, the pressure of life, and the wear and tear of work, most human men will gradually lose their abundant vitality and purity, and their attraction to wood elves will also be greatly reduced, but Devin is different from others."

"Don't worry, my bloodline is still very strong in Devin at least, as is my charm, and so is my psychic ability." Ryan took Sulia one step forward.

"dad."

"Dear His Majesty the Sun King."*2

Devonhil knelt down on one knee first to say hello to his great father, while Sister Twilight subconsciously looked towards Alaire in the distance. When she saw the Wood Elf Queen nodding, she also knelt down on one knee.

"Okay, okay, okay, good people, good clothes, good banquets." Ryan said "good" three times in a row. The Sun King signaled that there was no need to kneel down. He walked down the steps and raised his hand to everyone present. Wine glass.

"Starting today, the military alliance between Britannia and Athel Loren is officially concluded!"

"We will breathe together and share our destiny!"

"Breathing together, sharing fate!" No matter what everyone at the venue thought, at least at this moment, the Kingdom of Knights and the Wood Elves were united.

A new era has arrived.

…………I am the dividing line between Xinchao Yazheng…………

At the same time, in the Empire, a sad news reached Braunschweig and immediately spread throughout the entire Empire.

The legendary demon hunter Gonther Starberg, a subordinate of the Church of Justice and known as a symbol of the era, died. His body was thrown from a high altitude by a winged creature and was thrown into the Imperial Parliament. On the parliamentary table.

Starberg, as well as the entire thousand-man army that entered Sylvania for reconnaissance, were destroyed here.

With this move, the last vampire Count, Manfred von Carstein, officially announced his return and the province of Sylvania, starting today, permanently separated from the Empire.

In the past, no one would have cared about what happened to distant Sylvania, but after seeing the contents of the letter Stalberg hid in his mouth, the Imperial Council immediately realized the seriousness of the problem, Manfred and his undead army have completely taken control of Sylvania.

Emperor Karl-Franz was worried about the recent situation, just as he ordered Elector Marius of Ivey and Elector Alberich of Stirland to step up their guard.

Justice Archbishop Vekmar spoke: "Sylvania has been the territory of the empire since ancient times. We will never tolerate this kind of provocation. We will never tolerate Manfred's killing of our people and throwing their bodies into the sky. On our table!”

"A war, a holy war! A vampire holy war that has lasted for hundreds of years and has not ended until today is about to begin!" Vekma stood up, holding a golden gryphon war hammer and roared: " I will stop Manfred and bring my lord’s glory and purification back to Sylvania!”

"My Archbishop, calm down. Hundreds of messengers have just been sent out. We must establish a line of defense in the north of the empire to resist the Chaos army!" Emperor Karl-Franz quickly advised: "The empire is very weak now. We cannot There may be a war on both sides! The army will be scattered!"

"Oh my God, Karl, are you still Charlemagne's heir?" Archbishop Vicmar roared angrily, his deafening voice making the chandeliers on the ceiling shake: "How can the sacred land of our empire be allowed to be occupied by darkness and the undead? ?I demand the immediate formation of a jihadi army!"

"My Archbishop, we can only endure at this time!" Karl Franz also stood up, and the emperor couldn't help but said: "We can't fight on both sides! Besides, Sylvania is already equivalent to a dead land. , sending a large army at this time is not in the interests of the empire!"

"Is it the interests of the empire? Is it the interests of the empire? Or is it your personal interest, Karl?" Archbishop Vicmar shouted.

The emperor's expression became fierce, and Karl-Franz just looked at Archbishop Wickmar without saying a word.

Seeing the Emperor's firm expression, the Archbishop hesitated. Of course he knew how much Emperor Carl had paid and sacrificed for the Empire, and how much he valued the people of the Empire. His people, since the Battle of Blackfire Pass, Carl Fran Already known as the greatest emperor after Charlemagne and Ludwig the Redeemer.

"Forget it if you don't want to go, Karl, you can take charge of the affairs in the north, and I will form a jihadist army!" Vicmar gave in and said roughly: "I will deal with Manfrey before everything gets out of hand. Germany, bring victory back and let Sylvania return to the embrace of the empire."

"My Archbishop! Now is not the time to be impulsive." The emperor also backed down after seeing this. He continued to emphasize: "The empire needs you at this time!"

"I'm not begging you, Karl." Vicmar turned around and walked outside: "I'm just informing you."

The Archbishop left the Imperial Council without looking back.

"Send all the messengers, recruit all the Justice Church armies in the entire old world! Open the treasure house, hire all the mercenaries we can, and send my letter to all the major knights!"

"The Sylvanian Holy War has begun!"

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